Chapter 103: The Liuyin Marquis and Luo Feng

“This is a big trouble.”

At the Yanfeng Hall, Di Chuyu and the deputy hallmaster both felt a jolt in their hearts.

Throughout the world, only Shenwang and Chaos Realm cultivators qualify as high-level figures, and every Chaos Peak existence is inviolable. Even imperial clan members of the Yanfeng Ancient Nation dare not provoke them lightly.

Because Chaos Peak beings possess spiritual wills at least at the “Chaos Peak” level, possibly even Shenwang-level willpower; when they activate their reincarnation secret art, they retain complete memories across lifetimes.

Who would dare act recklessly because of their background against such beings? Push them too far, and they’ll just kill you—then reincarnate immediately.

No matter how powerful your connections, you can never find their reincarnated identity.

Moreover, on the Origin Continent, there is an unspoken agreement: when cultivators from the Chaos Realm clash, the Shenwang will not intervene unless they have sufficient cause. Thus, beyond the two ancient nations, Chaos Peak is the supreme deterrent force.

“We can’t help him,” the deputy hallmaster shook his head. “This Luo He is too reckless. Why, when his strength was still weak, did he insist on venting his temper?”

“Perhaps he thought he could protect himself,” Di Chuyu frowned. “But the power of a Chaos Peak existence is terrifying—far beyond that of a newly arrived Chaos Realm cultivator.”

“Trouble,” the city governor’s mansion side, General Yue Wu’s expression shifted slightly.

“Even to save face, the Liuyin Marquis must act now,” General Yong Hu added.

“I fear the Liuyin Marquis will take out his rage on the entire Huyang City,” said General Yue Wu.

Yong Hu stared at Yue Wu in shock.

General Yue Wu said: “The Liuyin Marquis is called the World’s Calamity. When he acts normally, it signifies disaster descending upon the world. This humiliation is unprecedented—he will strike with even greater cruelty.”

“Don’t worry. My Master gave me a life-saving artifact—I’ll take you away when the moment comes,” General Yue Wu sighed. “But I cannot protect the entire Huyang City.”

Yong Hu immediately nodded, also feeling a pang of awe… They were all disciples of the Yu Kingdom’s sovereign.

Yet among the sovereign’s many disciples, Yue Wu received ten times the treatment—and even possessed a life-saving artifact.

“Did Master kill Liu Yin Yan? Is the Liuyin Marquis about to act?” Mo Yu Qingyan, deeply worried for his Master, couldn’t help glancing at Mo Luo Sa beside him.

“Don’t panic,” Mo Luo Sa reassured him, looking upward.

During this time, Luo Feng had sparred with him multiple times. He knew his master’s strength better than anyone.

…

The dark red armored figure in the high sky stared at Luo Feng with icy eyes: “Good. I hope you still feel this confident when you die.”

With that, the avatar dissolved and vanished into the heavens and earth.

Luo Feng turned his gaze toward the distant Xin Ying Men base.

“Boom!”

A terrifying, suffocating aura erupted from the Xin Ying Men base.

The true body of the Liuyin Marquis, using the space-time treasure granted to Xin Ying Men, had already arrived here.

“He’s here,” Luo Feng watched the opponent.

“He’s here,” Di Chuyu, the deputy hallmaster, Jiang Hou, and others all noticed the terrifying aura erupting from the Xin Ying Men base—a presence that sent chills through them.

The Liuyin Marquis stood at the Xin Ying Men base, gazing up at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng stared back.

“Bold,” the Liuyin Marquis murmured.

Then he vanished into thin air.

Instantly, the entire sky darkened, and endless bloodfire spread like veins across the heavens.

“What is this?”

“What’s happening to the sky?”

Countless cultivators in Huyang City stared in terror at the sky—the bloodfire spread like veins across the entire heavens, turning the sky utterly crimson. Beneath the crimson sky, the aura of calamity spread; merely gazing at it made cultivators feel death approaching.

At Xin Ying Men, the master and the eighteen Elders looked up at the scene.

“When the Marquis granted me this space-time treasure, it was to instantly reach the battlefield against Jiang Hou,” the Xin Ying Men master said. “Who knew this Luo He would be so foolish as to provoke the Marquis?”

“Could this Luo He have some backing that emboldens him?” one Elder asked.

“Among Chaos Dominators, those who qualify as ‘Chaos Peak’ are exceedingly rare. The Liuyin Marquis stands on par with Jiuyuan the Great Sage—how could a newly arrived Chaos Realm cultivator possibly stand against him?” the Xin Yan Elder shook his head.

Xin Ying Men declined after Jiuyuan the Great Sage.

The Xin Yan Elders had carefully studied the distinctions between Chaos Realm levels and understood the horror of beings like Jiuyuan the Great Sage and the Liuyin Marquis.

“The Liuyin Marquis only demands he hand over the Snow Realm envoy and pay ten billion cosmic sands.”

“Chaos Realm cultivators are strong at preserving their lives—let’s see how good Luo He’s life-saving technique is.”

Xin Ying Men watched as well.

At this level of confrontation, they could only retreat far away.

They had watched the same way when Jiuyuan the Great Sage clashed with Xin Ying Men’s three Chaos Realm cultivators. The three, relying on the sect’s array, ultimately had their formation shattered—one dead, two fled.

…

Luo Feng stared at the crimson sky, which stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, spreading calamity.

Suddenly—

A colossal face appeared in the crimson sky—it was the Liuyin Marquis’s face.

“This is my world. Can your life-saving technique escape from my world?” The giant face stared at Luo Feng. “As for reincarnation? You’re a newly arrived Chaos Realm cultivator—can you even awaken your memories in your next life?”

Only Shenwang-level willpower can remain fully conscious—even in the fetal stage.

Chaos Peak willpower, upon reincarnation, awakens memories at unpredictable times—perhaps in childhood, perhaps as a Void True God or even an Eternal True God. If one dies before awakening memories, it is final death.

“Liuyin Marquis, are you going to act without asking me?” A voice rang out.

Jiang Hou appeared out of nowhere above Huyang City, standing beside Luo Feng.

He looked up at the crimson sky.

“Wum~~~” Suddenly, the void rippled, and invisible waves of space obscured and covered the crimson sky, making it blurry.

“Luo He, while I hold him off, leave quickly,” Jiang Hou glanced at Luo Feng and sent a mental message. “Take your friends and flee immediately—I can’t hold the Liuyin Marquis for long. If he flies into a rage, he may destroy the entire Huyang City.”

“Of course, if I win, that would be best,” Jiang Hou smiled, then vanished completely into the void and heavens.

Jiang Hou knew his chance of victory was extremely low, yet he still wished to fight—to settle this once and for all.

Who is stronger? Let them fight to find out!

“Boom boom boom~~~”

The bloodfire world surged with terrifying might, yet an invisible ripple of void covered it, suppressing the bloodfire.

“Jiang Hou, do you think you can stop me?” Suddenly, countless bloodfire figures appeared—thousands upon thousands of Liuyin Marquises emerged simultaneously, each slashing forth bloodfire blade-light that instantly tore through the void ripples.

“Destroy.”

With a cold command, a vast void net suddenly appeared across the heavens, its dense web instantly slicing through the thousands of Liuyin Marquises, cutting them all to pieces.

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Luo Feng watched the scene.

“In terms of realm, both of them are above me,” Luo Feng observed their battle, sensing the gap between them.

In technique, the Liuyin Marquis and Jiang Hou’s moves were profoundly mysterious—far superior to his own crude, blunt techniques. He couldn’t even lock onto their true bodies.

“As strength increases, it’s not just about greater power—techniques become increasingly incomprehensible,” Luo Feng observed closely. Though he had studied much about Chaos Realm cultivators, nothing compared to witnessing it firsthand.

In this eon, the only Chaos Realm cultivator he had ever fought was Mo Luo Sa.

“Luo He, why aren’t you leaving?” Master Di Chuyu urgently sent a mental message. “Jiang Hou is holding him off—leave now!”

“I’ll wait and see the situation,” Luo Feng watched.

“You… I don’t know what gives you such confidence.” Di Chuyu, unable to persuade him, immediately sent a detailed dossier. “The Liuyin Marquis is called the World’s Calamity. His true body isn’t any physical form—it is the bloodfire world itself! The world is him, and he is the world.”

Luo Feng reviewed the dossier on the Liuyin Marquis.

Di Chuyu’s dossier was extremely detailed, even containing extensive battle records.

Luo Feng was poor—he could only afford basic intelligence on Chaos Peak beings.

“Thank you, Hallmaster,” Luo Feng sent a mental reply.

“Luo He, why aren’t you leaving? I can’t hold him anymore!” Jiang Hou urgently sent a mental message.

“Bang bang bang~~~”

The entire bloodfire world boiled as if erupting, annihilating everything. Jiang Hou, hidden in the void, burned his divine power, his resistance growing ever more desperate.

“Jiang Hou, if you can’t hold him, leave him to me,” Luo Feng smiled faintly.

“Leave him to you?” Jiang Hou, hidden in the void, was stunned.

The Luo Feng standing there looked up at the endless bloodfire world.

Boom boom boom~~~

A rolling river of silver instantly flooded across an immense expanse—its scale was no less than the bloodfire world.

All cultivators in Huyang City sensed it: the silver river flowed over every road, every residential district, perfectly shielding the entire city, leaving the bloodfire world unable to harm a single cultivator.

“I’ve cultivated fifteen transformation arts. For large-scale techniques, the ‘Silver River Transformation Art’ is the most effective,” Luo Feng thought.

In this eon, he had ventured into the Chaos Layer and captured several Chaos Layer creatures.

Thus, he had elevated his transformation arts to fifteen.

Yet the only five he used personally were the five he applied to himself.

“Rise.”

Luo Feng willed it.

Eight thousand vast, brilliant silver blade-lights hovered into the air simultaneously.

“Hmm?”

The Liuyin Marquis, transformed into the endless bloodfire world, stared in confusion at the sight—because though the eight thousand blades appeared magnificent, they burned no divine power.

“Cut!” Luo Feng gazed at the sky.

Eight thousand streams of silver blade-light simultaneously unleashed the sword technique “River of Blades.” This was a technique Luo Feng had created himself, as his realm gradually accumulated. The River of Blades sought simplicity and purity; Luo Feng stripped away intricate variations and even abandoned spatial targeting, pursuing only the most fundamental power.

As a result, the River of Blades imposed far less strain on his mental force.

Moreover, after his Perfect Divine Body reached its limit, his soul had grown ever larger, nourished by his physical form, allowing him to split his attention among more blade-light streams.

With all these refinements, Luo Feng could now unleash eight thousand blade-light streams with a single thought.

“Boom—boom—boom~~~~”

Even without targeting space, merely channeling pure power.

As the eight thousand blade-light streams erupted simultaneously, layer upon layer of space shattered instantly, offering no resistance. Wherever the blade-light spread, all things were annihilated, returning to chaos.

Under the rampage of the blade-light, every layer of space was shattered, even reaching the outermost membrane of the entire world.

This membrane was the Cage Wall.

Beneath the rampage of eight thousand blade-light streams, the Cage Wall remained unyielding, immovable. To break the Cage Wall with pure power alone? This level of power was still far from enough!

“This—”

Whether Jiang Hou of the Nine Jiangs, Emperor Chu Yu, or Liu Yin Hou facing this cataclysmic eight-thousand-blade-light assault, all were stunned.

The eight thousand blade-light streams ravaged a range spanning hundreds of billions of kilometers, shattering every layer of space until only the final Cage Wall remained. Even the “Bloodfire World” had been partially destroyed in an instant.

Within this range, unless one could merge with the Cage Wall, there was no escape—only direct resistance was possible.

“You actually hurt me?” Liu Yin Hou had not been wounded since he gained the ability to transform into the Bloodfire World.

“You’re not a newly ascended Chaos Realm cultivator,” said a colossal face as the Bloodfire World spread again after the blade-light receded. “You are at the peak of the Chaos Realm.”

Luo Feng, clad in black robes, stood atop an endless river of silver light, gazing up at the Bloodfire World: “Who told you I was newly ascended to the Chaos Realm? Liu Yin Hou, I dwelled in Huyang City—you were the one who provoked me!”

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